next person to tell me I'm gonna become a John stannie is gonna be slapped
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I love how dorky the nomai are. They're this ancient, stupidly advanced civilisation so you'd expect them to be all high and mighty, yet you get lines like:
"Also I very much wanted to make a model"
"Hypothesis: there can exist too much lava"
"Science compels us to explode the sun"
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Imagine being biphobic about a character played by Michael Redgrave's granddaughter 🤣😂🧐
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Something something "the first nft was when pierce tried to buy troy and abed's handshake"
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reblog this if you're autistic and use media to understand reality like Abed but the media you use is Community
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Inuyasha finding out his nieces are half demons moodboard
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It is not the prettiest but here is a little chart I made of skin tones.
The idea is to eye-drop anywhere on the chart to get a unique skin tone instead of getting stuck in the loop of “white, tan, dark”.
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You're either the James, or the Edward...
James: Go big or go home!
Edward, tears in his eyes: I am begging you, James. For once in your life, go home. Please. Just this once. Go home.
James: I’m going big.
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Gordon Brittas, our favourite oblivious dumbass, talking about Tim and Gavin:And they were roommates!
The entire leisure centre and the viewers:Oh my god, they were r o o m m a t e s.
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Michael Redgrave in A Window In London [1939] now in slightly improved quality (for @cinemaocd on her birthday <3)
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Harvey and I sit in the bars and have a drink or two, play the jukebox. And soon the faces of all the other people, they turn toward mine and they smile. They’re saying, “We don’t know your name, mister, but you’re a very nice fellow.” Harvey and I warm ourselves in all these golden moments. We’ve entered as strangers. Soon we have friends. And they come over and they sit with us, they drink with us they talk to us. And they tell about the big, terrible things they’ve done, and the big, wonderful things they’ll do. Their hopes and their regrets, and their loves and their hates, all very large, because nobody ever brings anything small into a bar. And then I introduce them to Harvey. And he’s bigger and grander than anything they offer me. And when they leave, they leave impressed. The same people seldom come back, but that’s envy, my dear. There’s a little bit of envy in the best of us. And that’s too bad, isn’t it? HARVEY (1950) dir. Henry Koster
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your daily dose of “orwell and the spanish civil war” tweets




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Joan Baez in Bob Dylan drag, Rolling Thunder, 1975.
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